[ The word home makes him pause, the slightest stutter in his steps, but he keeps moving as if he hadn't noticed. His grip loosens on Wen Kexing's sleeve just enough to wrap gently around his wrist instead, and he keeps hold as he leads them deeper into the orchards.
The entire span of the mountain is laid out before them, and if in isn't an exact replica then it's impossible for even Zhou Zishu to see the differences. The blossoms of all four seasons seem to bloom and fade at will, regardless of the weather. There's movement in the trees here and there, the flicker of birds overhead, but no people. No one except the two of them.
It's still a pleasant enough experience that Zhou Zishu hopes it can cover for the fact that he is very definitely not leading them any closer to the manor at the top of the mountain. ]
no subject
The entire span of the mountain is laid out before them, and if in isn't an exact replica then it's impossible for even Zhou Zishu to see the differences. The blossoms of all four seasons seem to bloom and fade at will, regardless of the weather. There's movement in the trees here and there, the flicker of birds overhead, but no people. No one except the two of them.
It's still a pleasant enough experience that Zhou Zishu hopes it can cover for the fact that he is very definitely not leading them any closer to the manor at the top of the mountain. ]